I think I left some of y’all hanging last week. Friday I had an interview! Yeah! Happy days! I have no idea how it went really though. It wasn’t one of those ones you leave feeling confident that it went really well. The interviewer seemeed overly concerned that I was going to be on the next flight back to Vancouver and leave her hanging. Yes – that’s exactly why I moved across the world, so that I could finally get a job and then leave it a week later. Apparently, in the UK you can ask any question you want in an interview. Do you have children? How old are you? What neighbourhood do you live in? I always thought these questions were not allowed on the basis of discrimination. I guess when most applications ask for your nationality and whether you’re white anything is acceptable. The good news is that it gave me some confidence back. To get the interview, I walked into the place that was hiring and met people face-to-face. That is highly more effective than a generic online application that gets submitted with everyone else’s CV (they’re not called resumes here). I may have treated myself to another pain-au-chocolat at Ottolenghi afterwards. Emotional eating at its finest. All in all, a great way to start the weekend.
Saturday we had tickets to Taste of London, which is an event where 40 of London’s top restaurants create feature menus in bite size portions for people to try. The catch is you pay £28 each to get in and there are no samples. And each dish costs between £4-6, which means in order to fill Phil up, we probably would be up to about £100 for the night. For that price, we could have actually gone to a nice restaurant and not been outside in the freezing cold eating off of paper plates. We decided to try one restaurant that had vegetarian options – Theo Randall. The food was very good. We had a penne dish and some sort of deep fried courgettes (zucchini). We met up with Nicole and Guy there and left promptly afterwards. We headed to a pub for some bigger dish sizes and to warm up in a lovely part of London that we hadn’t been to yet. We’re all still trying to understand what all the hype is about for this event.
Sunday we experienced a live organ performance at St. Paul’s Cathedral as part of the City of London Festival. The cathedral was built in the late 17th century by the most famous architect in British history – Sir Christopher Wren, who is largely responsible for why London looks the way it looks. He designed 51 churches in London after the Great Fire in 1666. St. Paul’s is thought to be his greatest achievement. It is the 2nd largest church in the UK and was the tallest building in London until 1962. This is where the funerals of Sir Winston Churchill and Margaret Thatcher were held and the wedding of Princess Diana and Prince Charles. It’s quite amazing that this landmark survived both world wars. Hearing the organ being played was a nice change from being there solely as a tourist. I can’t say that I was moved to tears and am now a devout Christian, but it was a great experience to sit in under the towering dome and hear the sounds reverberate off every surface of the church.
No pictures were allowed inside, so this one is borrowed from here.